My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 18Rachel dipped her spoon back into the ramekin. He had been right, this was delicious. Taking her time between each bite, savoring the small serving, she glanced back towards her companion. Mark wasn't quite as controlled as her and was licking the spoon clean from his last spoonful. The room was elegant and lit with low lights and candles on each table. Surprisingly the hustle and music from the bar didn't make past the restaurant's walls. And they had escaped into a quiet romantic setting. No doubt this had worked before, but she could see why. Besides this was much more her speed than dancing.
"So, Doctor Logan," she started, causing him to smirk at her continued use of his fake title, "do you have any hobbies outside of saving lives?" Normally a question about hobbies would be a normal topic on a first "date". But as the question left her lips she paused and almost went to adjust the wording. She had meant as a doctor. The play on words sort of amused her though, and she closed her mouth with a smile.
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Chapter 17When they boarded the plane, Raven and Gar were greeted by an ecstatic group of friends. Kid Flash and Jinx had caught a ride over and were joining the group going home. Star and Dick were equally pleased to once again be surrounded by friends. Star probably more so. With a giddy scream Star took both of her friends up in a large hug.
"I have missed you so!" Pulling away from them, she raised lightly into the air, her joy levitating her off the ground slightly. "I'm afraid going undercover got quite lonely. And I'm so happy to see you!" Of course, they had all seen each other in the field, but war came naturally to Star and she had been too focused to really pay them much mind beyond strategical need. a personal essayIt took me awhile to become comfortable enough to write about sex. Even when I was younger writing out a word like pussy or penis made me cringe. Hell, I still pause. And forget typing in anything to watch porn. I was always worried someone somewhere would somehow know. But as I've gotten older I've grown to care less about what others think of me. Not because I've grown into some mature self-assured adult, but because I think I'm right. I love sex, I love reading stories that contain it, I love writing about it. And I don't think there is anything wrong with that. Nor will I ever again let anyone try to convince me otherwise. I write about sex because I enjoy it. But more importantly it has become a personal vendetta for me. Partly against myself, and secretly against my ex. My goal is to show that there is such a thing as a healthy sexual relationship, that it means many things for different people, and that it all should focus around open communication. Chapter 16Fully dressed and cleaned to the best of their ability, Gar and Raven quickly stepped out of her room. Victor had buzzed them to let them know he was still working out the details with those sending out the alert, but that they were going to be gone for a while. Gar turned to face Raven, walking backwards as they headed towards the common room.
"I liked that simultaneous vibration thing going on. I could feel yours a bit when you had it in with me." He said. "Yeah, me too. I liked flipping which side got the real penetration. I don't think we've done that before." Raven kept her voice low. Though she trusted Gar to tell her if anyone was near, she still preferred to speak of such things will an even lower voice than normal.
Part 1 "Man what a day," Barry said, sipping the drink in his hand. Mark smiled in agreement, likewise taking a sip of his wine. They were sitting in Barry's room. The one he had grown up in, only a house away from Mark's own mother's home. They were comfortably reclined in Barry's old window seat. Mark had his back resting on the cut out's wall, his knees bent up to fit himself within the wall and Barry's body. While Barry was sitting in the other corner at an angle. His arm closet to Mark was propped on Mark's knees. And his own legs stretched out on an ottoman beside the window seat.
Mark swallowed the dry red wine and laid his head back on the wall to look at the ceiling. "Yeah," he whispered. His eyes ran over the random marks the ceiling, trying to focus on the positive. After a minute he lowered his eyes to look over at Barry. Barry continued to swirl his wine, staring into the glass. His eyes giving away his deposition. Normally he was a serious guy, but today especially, he wore the face of someone with a heavy heart. |
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